Sorry it's so late. But I've been reading Justin Bieber stories (they're nice. Just because it's about JB doesn't mean it's bad). Well, that and other things. I've had ideas for new stories. Which do you think is best?
1. A girl named Camille is super rich and has it all. Even a fiancee, chosen by her father who's been training to take her father's business. Problem is, she in high school and already has another guy. What's Grayson (her fiancee) to do? What else? He's gotta fight for his right.
2. Blair is a loser. She's nicknamed 'Bloser'. Shes routinely made fun of and only has her two best friends, Tia and Jason, always beside her. One day, she confesses to Carson, the only other person who has ever talked to her nicely, that she loves him, but gets rejected. Suddenly, she moves to Hollywood. In no time, she's an insta-star. She goes back to her old high school and everybody loves her, though she tries to be her old self, obviously, life isn't a piece of cake. She's still in love with Carson, but wants revenge too. he finally likes her and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Get a hot actor as a fake boyfriend and that's just the beginning. All's fair in love and war. But who wins? Carson better watch out.
3. (It's a JB love story because I got inspired) Katie bumps into Justin Bieber one day and sees him at his concert the next. Sparks soon fly, but problems keep them apart. the biggest being Justin himself. They love each other... but is it enough? Or will they get in way of their own happiness? Only time can tell.
Okay, comment on your favorite. But now, here's the next chapter. ENJOY:)
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First Love
Chapter fourteen
New York City Trip (Day two)
Haydn's POV:
"Yesterday, I explained to you something very vital. What is it?" Ms Adams, our literary course instructor asked us in her crisp british accent.
"You told us what literature was. It's any piece of creative writing of recognised artistic value." Annie replied. To say Annie was a teacher's pet was understatement of the year.
"Well done, Anita," Ms Adams praised Annie (full name Anita).
Annie pretended to look modest. Not.
"Well, class, today we shall see one of the greatest masterpiece plays, a touching story of lovers," she paused, as if the play actually was that good. "Romeo and Juliet!"
She was the literal grinning of beaming from ear to ear. It looked inhuman.
And really, Romeo and Juliet, one of the cheesiest plays the world has ever set eyes in? Like people would actually have that bad miscommunication that it ended in deaths of the two 'star-crossed' lovers. So fake. And according to the world, the suicides of two teenagers signified true love. It's not touching. It's ridiculous. But either way, I had to watch it no matter what.
Actually, truth be told, I just didn't want to watch Romeo and Juliet because it's so lovey-dovey and it makes me guilty. Recently, loads of stuff had been making feel like that.
I bet Leia liked Romeo and Juliet. It was so typical. It was a girl thing.
***
"Oh how she place her hand upon her cheek. And if I were a glove I might touch that cheek," Romeo said just before the kissing scene. He sounded like a stalker.
"Romeo, Romeo. Where for art thou Romeo?" Juliet called from her balcony.
Blah, blah, blah, kissing scene, bleh.
"Aww. It's so romantic," Leia gushed, grabbing my arm.
I groaned to myself, but smiled at Leia. Ugh.
"Yeah, Haydn. It's so romantic. Like the story of... us," Ciara, who maneuvered herself to sit beside me, said seductively.
Why do all the crazy girls like me?
***
Later, that night, 8:30.
I called Leia. I decided to surprise her by planning the ritual at a different time.
"Hey, babe, where are you? The rest of us are waiting at the lobby! Remember that we all agreed to sneak out for supper?" I said, sounding impatient. "We've been waiting for ten minutes!"
"Really? Oh my goodness! I don't recall. I'll be down in five!" Leia sounded incredibly flustered all of a sudden. "I'm so sorry!"
"Come quickly," I replied, acting annoyed. Then I hung up.
I chuckled. The lovable thing about Leia was her naiveness. It was adorable.
~five minutes later~
Leia came out from the lift and saw me.
"Where's everybody?" she asked, confused.
"Huh?" I acted like I had no idea what she was talking about. "Why would they be down here? It's 8:30, you know. I came down to get something from the minimart nearby."
"No, you called me five minutes ago, saying that we're all going for supper," she said, confused.
"I didn't. But do you want to go for supper? Just the two of us?" I smiled. My plan was going perfectly. I was a genius.
Realisation dawned. "You planned this." She smiled as the words left her beautiful lips.
"You got me," I said, lifting my hands in the surrendering pose.
"You are the worst lying boyfriend ever," she pouted.
"And you're the most beautiful girlfriend. But of course, I'm lying," I chuckled.
"Jerk!" she punched me in the arm. Not that it hurt. At all.
"Heh. Now come on. We're going out," I signaled her, walking towards the hotel doors.
"Wait up!" she squealed, running behind me.
I laughed some more. Girls.
Leia's POV:
I was picking out my outfit for later, when Haydn'd take me out dancing.
Suddenly, I got a call.
"Hey, babe, where are you? The rest of us are waiting at the lobby! Remember that we all agreed to sneak out for supper?" It was Haydn. He didn't sound that joyous at the time. "We've been waiting for ten minutes!"
"Really? Oh my goodness!" I must have had been dreaming when it was planned. "I don't recall. I'll be down in five! I'm so sorry!"
"Come quickly," he replied, extremely pissed off. He hung up.
I scowled. How could I forget? I mentally slapped myself.
~five minutes later~
"Where's everybody?" I asked Haydn, the lone figure in the lobby.
"Huh? Why would the be down here? It's 8:30, you know. I came down to get something from the minimart nearby," Haydn told me. He was lying blatantly. Not that I'd ever tell him, but he was not that good a liar and I was pretty good at detecting lies. Like if someone thinks he's a lying, but isn't, I can tell.
"No, you called me five minutes ago, saying that we're all going for supper," I feigned confusion, playing along. I figured he'd planned it all.
"I didn't. But do you want to go for supper? Just the two of us?" he smiled. Boys are dumb.
"You planned this," I said, pretending that I hadn't been able to guess already.
"You got me," he answered, lifting his hands up in mock-surrender.
"You are the worst lying boyfriend ever," I pouted.
"And you're the most beautiful girlfriend," he said. "But of course, I'm lying."
"Jerk!" I said, punching him in the arm. Against those hard muscles, I was pretty sure my hand hurt more than his arm did.
"Heh," he smiled. "Now come on. We're going out." He began walking to the doors.
"Wait up!" I called after him, running.
Ugh. My boyfriend is a jerk. But romantic, too.
And a 100% mine. I loved him. Heck, I was in love with him.
Haydn quickly got a cab.
"Where we headed?" driver asked.
I completely expected the answer 'botanical gardens'.
"Rockefeller Centre," Haydn said instead.
Huh? Why weren't we going to the gardens? Were we meeting someone or something?
Haydn?
"Why aren't we-" I began.
"Shhh," he shushed me.
Darn his mysteriousness.
~minutes later~
"We're here, babe," Haydn told me as the cab stopped. Rockefeller Centre.
"You rock, Haydn," I remarked, getting out of the car.
Haydn took me around, looking for the perfect spot. Finally, he stopped and put his music on. 'Realize'.
We embraced each other and I rested my head on his chest.
"Thank you, Haydn. I love you," I said.
He didn't reply.
But that was okay for once. I knew he loved me. He'd shown me.